I have started writing this several times. Each time, I find myself staring at the screen, trying to figure out exactly what I want to say about Tony Gowan retiring from the City of Papillion. The problem is that “congratulations on your retirement” doesn’t seem like enough. Neither does “thank you for 33 years of … Read more
Two men born twenty-one days apart in the summer of 1923. Two boys shaped by the Great Depression. Two grandfathers who taught me that a good life is built less by extraordinary moments than by showing up for the ordinary ones. There are certain coincidences in a family that do not seem particularly remarkable when … Read more
There are places that athat are written into your bones. For me, that place is Papillion, Nebraska. It is the place where I was born, and raised. The place where I learned what it meant to belong to a community. Even if I didn’t yet have the words to explain it. And, by the grace … Read more
